"Too sweet,"
is what he said.
Little did he know
it had been said to me before.
I don't care if there are skeletons in his closet,
daemons in his past.
I will sit and listen to all his problems,
listen as he talks about "done me wrongs."
I want to make him feel pure again,
whole again.
I want to help him forget
all the girls that have done him wrong.
I have a past too,
sure it may not be very bad,
but I have seen my share of hurt,
heartache,
unjustice.
He won't "corrupt" me,
or pass his bad habits on to me.
I have proven myself before.
I can be paitent,
wait my turn.
Prove myself worthy,
and hopefully he will choose me in return.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
"Too sweet,"
is what he said.
Little did he know
it had been said to me before.
I don't care if there are skeletons in his closet,
daemons in his past.
I will sit and listen to all his problems,
listen as he talks about "done me wrongs."
I want to make him feel pure again,
whole again.
I want to help him forget
all the girls that have done him wrong.
I have a past too,
sure it may not be very bad,
but I have seen my share of hurt,
heartache,
unjustice.
He won't "corrupt" me,
or pass his bad habits on to me.
I have proven myself before.
I can be paitent,
wait my turn.
Prove myself worthy,
and hopefully he will choose me in return.
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